Chapter 6 Perseus' Impulse

• Emi.
• While I was waiting to be called, I read the specifications of my purchase at the auction. The girls had already told me that you couldn't see your buyers, as they were like spectators in a theater box, the windows were darkened to preserve the buyers' identities, and we were exposed like cattle on a stage, where we had to walk to the center of it and stand there, while lights were being turned on next to the box number when someone bid, and on a screen below the number, the amount of the bid would appear, each box for one of us.
• My specifications almost made me vomit, I felt like a piece of meat displayed in a butcher shop, to be bought by whoever offered the most money for me.
• According to what it said, besides my physical attributes, weight, age, eye color, hair color, I also had attributes that I was unaware of, intimate attributes.
• Virgin, shaved, the latter shocked me, because for some reasons I had never shaved. I could divide the reasons into two, one was because of my scar and the other when a mother repeats to you day and night that no man will ever want you, so you assume that you will be single for the rest of your life. Besides, my previous life was studying, working, working... did I mention working? Since I was twelve years old, that's how I've lived, I didn't have time or money to buy myself clothes, so why would I have time to shave?
• A feeling of nausea overwhelmed me. I didn't want to go to the bathroom to make sure, but I didn't need to think much. If they had dressed me like this and put makeup on me while I was sleeping, and also because I remembered in my nightmare, they would have examined my intimate parts to make sure if I was a virgin, why wouldn't they bother to shave my body like an animal before sending it to the slaughterhouse?
• Every second I spent in that room, the urge to vomit became more urgent, I felt used, abused, and I hadn't even been sold yet, like a toy for some disgusting rich person. I refused to feel fear, cowardice and fear couldn't settle in my heart, if I wanted to regain my freedom, I was going to use the only thing these pigs hadn't touched, my intelligence.
• So I decided to learn everything about my specifications, because as Francis Bacon said, "Knowledge is power." And I intended to know a lot in order to know when my opportunity to free myself from this would come.
• According to what it said, I would have to spend at least eight years with my buyer, we were given a week to provide medical proof that I was no longer a virgin. I almost jumped when I heard this specification from the anger I felt.
• "But who the hell writes this?" I said out loud.
• One of the girls who had already been sold approached me, she seemed happy, but I didn't understand why.
• " "Be happy with those conditions, unless you are already married, possibly in a year or two you will be the wife of some millionaire. Besides, you have things that many of us desire, you are a virgin, out there they will go crazy for you, and your flaw is not visible, except for the buyer, who knows, they might even pay for the surgery to remove that horrible scar." Hearing about the scar made me look at my file again, and there was a photo, in full color, of the inside of my thigh. Anger overwhelmed me and I slammed my file against the floor."
• It's over, we had reached this point, I'm not going to show myself submissive like all these crazy women, if they were going to buy me, they would get my angry self. Let's see if they dare to buy me.
• Ruyman.
• As the girls left the lights of the boxes, they were turning on as they bid, that gave me the idea that there were, along with ours, seven boxes with buyers or groups of buyers.
• All the women were smiling, dressed as some fictional or real character from movies, books, mythology, history... icons of femininity that altered male hormones. Even the idiot Rayco was affected by a couple of them and tried to bid, but I stopped him in time, and the other bidder didn't win the bet.
• Everything seemed so pathetic to me that I decided to dedicate myself to drinking and eating, I didn't need anything else, just for this to end soon, and for stupid Rayco to stop fooling around trying to find a woman for six months, he couldn't stand them for that long. Our motto was seduce them, enjoy them, and leave them, but don't lie to them.
• And with our attractiveness and charisma, it takes at most two days, on the third day we run away from the suffocation.
• "Too bad! If box six buys someone, I'll feel sorry for her," Mark suddenly said.
• "Why?" Rayco asked, looking at the specifications of the next one to come out.
• "I have been attending these events for many years, many of my friends have come out of here, some I haven't returned, I simply signed that I kept them and let them go, with a good sum. The way that box bids reveals that there is only one person who can do it like that, and it's none other than Jack Foster, the billionaire in the food industry, also known for being a damn abuser. He likes toughness and challenge, many of the girls he has bought have never been heard from again, he claims they ran away, but Mr. Marchetti doubts it. He can't forbid him from attending, so here he is again, looking for another woman to use for his atrocities. So far, he has only bid on two and hasn't gotten them, but I have a feeling he's not one to give up. Some unfortunate woman will be sold to that pig and..." It didn't take more for Rayco, Sir Lancelot, the knight in shining armor, to offer to snatch any bid that man made.
• Every second I spent in that room, the more I realized that I was unnecessary, all of this was a nonsense. When I got out of here, I would have a very serious conversation with Mr. Carlo Bencomo, aka King Carlos, about meddling in his middle son's life. I know he would like to have a pack of grandchildren, but that is not an excuse to involve his son in illegal activities because, no matter how you look at it, buying a woman in this day and age, in the United States, is highly illegal.
• " "God, blessed! Who is that goddess?" " Rayco's excited exclamation, and Mark's sudden interest made me look out the window, and a shiver that I had never felt before ran through me as I looked at the being entering the room.
• " "Why is that woman here? She doesn't want to be here, it wasn't voluntary." " I thought as I looked at her, letting my trait of psychopathic analysis of human behavior and non"verbal communication, as my brothers used to say, come into action."
• She was a beauty, brunette, slender, desirable, but what truly caught my attention were her eyes, their color and gaze. She didn't look with desire or temptation like the other women, nor was it fear. That woman was challenging anyone to dare bid for her. Her gaze and posture showed that she wouldn't be an easy lady to tame, like the others.
• For the first time, I rushed to my folder and searched for her. It felt as if something hit me on the head when I read her specifications on the first page: words like eight years old, virgin, proof of virginity loss within a week of purchase.
• The damn Andromeda, her code name, besides being a captive goddess, was a challenge for any man with blood in his veins. They would pounce on her like lions.
• "It's a shame about her defect, combined with her return time, there will be few men who want her." " I heard the expert in this matter, Mark Lamont, say. I made a mental note to tell my mother what my father's great friend was involved in. I'll give my father a day to end his friendship with him. If Queen Diane decides something, it's followed, and my father is her loyal slave."
• "What defect?" " I asked, not understanding what he was referring to."
• As I continued to watch the enslaved goddess move towards her position, never taking her eyes off the boxes, with a challenging expression, her chin raised, her eyes dripping with fury, daring them, and her lips and jaw clenched, her body reflected tension, as if she were waiting for her first assault. If she were a man, I would have forced more than one to step down into the arena to fight.
• "Look at the last page of her profile." " Mark told me. I looked at it, while not realizing that Rayco was looking at me with a smile, and nodding, I looked at Mark to come closer to him."
• I didn't understand what those two were talking about, I wasn't there literally, my mind was trapped in what I saw in the photo, where the inside of a creamy thigh, with a soft appearance, was visible, where a sensual scar stood out.
• I noticed how my member hardened, and for a few seconds, I saw myself kissing every inch of that scar, while Andromeda, my enslaved goddess, moaned with pleasure.
• "Stop there, Zipi, you're going too far. Did you just say 'my enslaved goddess'? Since when is she yours? What the hell is wrong with you? React!" " my conscience said to me, and I decided to listen, taking a deep breath."
• I decided that this auction would be like any other. I sat in my armchair, waiting for it to start, but even though I wanted to appear calm, I didn't realize that my hands were stiff and my face reflected tension. I had become quieter than usual, and the blue of my eyes had darkened as I clenched my jaw.
• The bidding started high, and the person Mark had described as a woman abuser, box six, bid a six"figure amount."
• "God, poor thing, her first time, and it will be with that heartless man," Mark said. Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but close my fists and sit up straighter. I didn't know why, but I didn't like his words, maybe because my life is full of women, whom the Bencomo men are dedicated to protecting with our lives if necessary.
• It's hard to understand, but that's how I was raised. My mother, sister, sister"in"law, and nieces have the right, by birth, to be protected from everything, even at the cost of our lives if it came to that. And that was something my brother"in"law, father, brother, and I had already accepted.
• "Why did I feel that the slave goddess also fell into that category?" I thought. I had definitely had too much whiskey.
• "I won't allow it. That woman doesn't deserve to be treated like that. I will win this bid," Rayco said and started bidding. My first reaction was to tell him not to touch what didn't belong to him, but I felt so ridiculous thinking that way that I decided it was best to keep getting drunk. Maybe that way, I would stop thinking nonsense.
• "Soon the battle turned into a bidding war between three boxes: seven, six, and the one belonging to the despicable woman abuser, Jack Foster. Rayco and I were the other two."
• While they bid, I looked at the goddess. Each bid made me press my lips tighter, and they had almost lost their color. Her hands were clenched, and if my powers of observation didn't deceive me, she was breathing irregularly, reflected in the rise and fall of her chest. She was terribly scared, but she forced herself to feel courage. She only let challenge show, she was a fighter.
• "Well, thanks for the information," Mark's words made me turn towards him. "Thanks to my skills and a good tip, I discovered that the other bidder in box seven is none other than Mr. Marchetti. Apparently, he's bidding for his own merchandise. What makes that girl so special that he wants her for himself?" The image that came to mind was that of the slave goddess, tied to that man without being able to escape, and an unknown fury made me lose my reason. I approached my panel and put a figure that I knew no one could pay, and for me, it was just loose change, an eight"figure amount, equal to the number of years she would be mine."
• When the figure came out, everything fell silent. The slave goddess looked at my box. She knew she couldn't see me, but I felt those eyes fixed on me, and at the same time, I fixed mine on her. Seconds passed, but they felt like hours to me. I only wished to drown in that gaze. I was in a trance, and only a voice saying something woke me up.
• " "Awarded to booth number three, client number six hundred twenty"five." " Rayco jumped on me and hit my back."
• " "Congratulations, that woman is yours, she belongs to you." " he said to me and I looked around, as if returning to reality.
• " "Shit! What have you done, Zipi?" " he said to me, my mind, at that moment two things happened that made it clear to me that my peaceful world, the one I liked so much, had ended.
• First, the goddess pointed to my booth, with her finger, and then made the gesture, with her finger as if cutting her throat, which made it clear that this woman was not going to make things easy for me.
• The second thing, my phone, inside the urn, started ringing with the only tone that I knew belonged to the only person who knew that something was happening to me, a person who was on another continent, a person whose exclusive tone was not that of the movie "Mission Impossible", my brother, and twin of terror, Benearo Bencomo, aka Zape.
• With this, and knowing that I had already messed up big time, the only thing I did was approach the waiter, give him my black card and say to him.
• " "Charge everything, including the bid, and give me another Whiskey." " I took my glass and thought.
• " "You couldn't have done worse, Zipi, but what's done is done, you have eight years to recover your life, well, maybe they will pass quickly." "
• " "Yeah right, you don't believe that either." " my conscience told me.
• That thought made me drink the entire contents of the glass in one gulp, which went down my throat burning, while I tried to ignore the insistent sound of the phone, which didn't stop ringing.